It had been a couple of days since Fear had heard from Hahn so he decided to holla at him. He pulled out his cellular and hit him up. His phone call went straight to voicemail so he called again, again and again, getting the same response. Having grown frustrated, he tossed his cell phone aside and fired up his vehicle, programming his destination into his GPS. An hour later he and Italia was pulling up at his destination and he was hopping out of the car, making his way toward the double glass doors of Hahn’s dojo, which had dragons circling themselves on either door, with the name of the dojo in Japanese letters.
Fear pressed his face and hands against the glass door, looking around the dark dojo. He held down the button of the intercom and spoke loud enough for anyone that maybe listen
